The Contract That Poisoned Them All
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When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant.
A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?"
I smiled and didn't answer.
In my last life, I took that contract.
Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission.
She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?"
